Old Town

A few days ago, I tagged along Ma Hen to Cyberjaya. She had a dinner appointment with her friends. I became somewhat of her escort.

Anyway, the place was called "Old Town". It has the ambiance of an old Chinese Kopitiam. Marble top table and chairs. As I sat there, I was wondering why none of the waiters came to take our orders. Then our companions told us that we were suppose to fill in the order docket and pay at the cashier ourselves.

Once paid, we got a number. The waiters would be sending our food based on the number. The food was great. For a person who has stomach with low tolerance for spicy food, I finished off the bowl of spicy prawn me.

Thank you very much Ma Hen for the great dinner and company.

Work and War
I was on a train. Two ladies sat near me. Over heard the ladies complaining about work:

"Too many generals and not enough soldiers. How to win the war?"

Yes. I think it happened in my workplace too. Didn't it in yours?

The little things

Arts makes you appreciate the little little things in life. It makes a miserable life less miserable. It makes unbareable things to be bareable. It makes you more sensitive to things around you.

The sound of a chirping birds. Flow of a river. The gust of wind. The colour of leaves bathed in the morning sunlight. The smiles and laughters of children at the playground. We should stop and listen to these wonderfull sound around us. To see the beautiful sights around us.

But then again, in a bustling city, all this sounds are drowned by the honking of cars, clanking of construction site. The murky river hardly flow. A gust of wind brings dust and smoke. Morning sunlight replaced by gloomy hazy morning. Playground are deserted.

When you feel too much, you try to shut everything out. You became a cold and insensitive person that isn't really you.